Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.